⸝⸝ ꒰ ˖ ࣪ ❤︎ HOPE U DON’T HATE ME ! ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა 五条 :: eating ramen with satoru ends up with him kissing you ?!
ׂ ִ 💬 satoru gojo ఌ︎ fem!reader sfw fluff crack sheher pronouns college au he’s so awkward and silly 1.1k wc
it was raining outside. the soft patter against your dorm window mixed with the sound of an old teen drama playing quietly on your laptop.
you and satoru sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard with your ramen bowls balanced on your laps.
“i don’t understand why you like him more,” you said, watching a charming vampire flirt with the empathetic high school girl. “he’s literally the reason why half of the bad stuff happens in the show.”
“he’s just more entertaining,” he shrugged. “the other vampire is sooo boring.”
“he’s better for her though…”
“doesn’t make him any less boring.” he shoved another giant mouthful into his mouth, slurping loudly and shamelessly. you winced and scooted over when broth splashed onto the blankets.
“oooh… toru,” you said through your teeth.
“what?” he glanced up at you, words muffled.
he was such a messy eater. did he even eat before coming over? you sighed and looked back down at your bowl. “um… nothing.”
you both continued eating. after a moment, a piece of cabbage and a little broth clung to his cheek, yet he kept eating like nothing happened. completely oblivious.
after a few minutes, you glanced over again, and it was still there. you wanted to tell him, but your mouth was full of noodles. if you tried to talk now, it’d either come out as complete gibberish or you’d choke.
instead, you reached over and gently tapped his broad shoulder.
he looked at you, still chewing. “hm?” you pointed to your own cheek, silently trying to tell him: you’ve got something on your face.
he blinked, trying to figure out what you meant. then, his mind went somewhere completely different…
wait… does she want me to kiss her?
his ears immediately turned pink. his heart started pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. he glanced at your laptop, and the two main characters were kissing.
is this show making her feel romantic? does she actually want me to kiss her??? there’s no way.
he swallowed. to you, though, he was just staring at you blankly. you rolled your eyes, assuming he was just being difficult again, and looked back down at your ramen, deciding to just finish chewing before explaining.
as you gathered another bite with your chopsticks, you suddenly felt a large, warm hand cup your face. before you could even look up, a soft kiss landed against your cheek.
your eyes widened. you completely froze, chopsticks still suspended in your hand. unfortunately, when he pulled away, there was now a tiny smear of broth on your cheek because he transferred it.
“there,” he said, trying to sound cool even though he was smiling nervously.
heat rushed to your face. your lips were parted as you took in what just happened. “toru...”
he looked back at you hopefully, his face bright red. “…yeah?”
“i meant…” you said quietly, awkwardly pointing toward his face. “your cheek. there was broth on it.”
in silence, you watched the smile on his face disappear in real time. he reached up and wiped his face. when he looked down, there was indeed broth on his fingertips.
“ohhh…” his face got even redder, embarrassment flooded through his body. “so… you weren’t asking for a kiss?”
your lips twitched, trying your best not to laugh. “i couldn’t talk because my mouth was full,” you said, shaking your head.
satoru groaned, and you burst into laughter. he finally kissed the girl that he’d been crushing on for months and she’s laughing… “you could’ve just waited to tell me!” he groaned, scratching the back of his head.
“i thought you’d understand!” you said honestly, wiping the stray tear from your eye. “apparently not…”
he let out a defeated sigh, wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and forced his attention back to the show he didn’t even care about anymore.
you avoided each other’s eye contact and after about thirty painfully awkward seconds, satoru suddenly stood up.
“where are you going?” you asked, watching him as he grabbed his coat. “to my dorm,” he said plainly.
you never saw satoru be this embarrassed before. he was usually always so confident, so charismatic. seeing him like this was actually kind of adorable…
“…your ramen?” you reminded him, picking up the bowl that was still half full.
“i’m not hungry anymore.” he slipped into his coat before hurriedly shoving on his shoes. you frowned. “toru, you’re seriously gonna leave?”
he didn’t answer, he just reached for the doorknob instead. “satoru!!” you called after him, laughing.
“goodnight!” he rushed out, and shut the door. he was the only person in the hallway, so he leaned against the door and covered his mouth with one hand.
fuck, he really just kissed you. he kissed you because he thought that you wanted him to. but you didn’t. was this going to ruin your friendship? would you avoid him tomorrow? would things be weird now?
his thoughts spiraled so fast he slowly slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, knees bent, face burning.
“…satoru?” he looked up and saw shoko standing there wearing shorts and an oversized gap hoodie, holding a convenience store bag that was probably full of snacks.
“what’re you doing in the girls dorm… by yourself?”
“shoko! i—“ his mouth opened and then it closed again. she looked down at him, then at your closed dorm room door behind him. “what happened?”
he covered his face with both hands. “…i kissed her.”
“i thought she wanted me to!” he blurted out, stumbling over every other word. “she pointed at her cheek and i thought she wanted me to kiss her!”
he groaned into his hands. “but she was just trying to tell me there was broth on my face… and then i got broth on her.”
shoko sighed with an unimpressed expression, shaking her head. “you’re such an idiot.”
“i know,” he mumbled.
“did she kick you out?” she asked. he thought back on it for a second… she actually didn’t. he left because he was too embarrassed to stay.
you hadn’t shoved him away, you hadn’t yelled at him, you weren’t even upset! you just laughed and smiled. looking as pretty as you always did.
“…no.”
“oh. then you’re probably fine,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “now get up. who knows how dirty this floor is.” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
inside your dorm, the show was still playing but you haven’t paid attention to a single line since satoru walked out. you stared at the door before touching the cheek that he kissed.
you wiped away the little bit of broth with your fingertip, then you thought about how his smile disappeared the second he realized he’d misunderstood you.
how red his ears had gotten, how quickly he’d run away… a small smile spread across your face. you absentmindedly sucked the broth off your fingertip.
“he’s so cute…” you laughed quietly to yourself.
“but so stupid.”
@chosayi ( they was watching vampire diaries btw #need )
imagine: things that remind me of you.
characters: luffy x reader. ft. nami.
genre: (hurt/fluff)
warnings: reader as referred to she/her. not proof read.
a/n: this is part of the Lost and Found series
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Luffy always kept his straw hat close. Everyone knew that.
What no one knew was that he kept other things, too.
Tiny knickknacks tucked away inside a small wooden box.
To anyone else, they looked like nothing more than junk. Old trinkets with no purpose.
To him, they were pieces of you.
The first thing he reached for was a butterfly hair clip.
Gold, with tiny dangling charms that shimmered whenever they caught the light.
Luffy had never cared much about accessories, but he knew this one mattered. It has been your favorite ever since your grandmother gave it to you for your birthday. You wore it almost every day.
The moment he held it, the memory came rushing back.
Luffy, Ace, and Sabo were wandering through town, doing what they always did—running around, causing harmless trouble, and pretending they weren't being chased by annoyed shopkeepers.
Most people ignored them.
Until someone familiar spotted them.
"Luffy!"
Your voice rang through the street.
Luffy's head snapped up, his eyes widening with recognition.
"(Y/n)!"
Without a second thought, he launched himself at you.
The force knocked both of you flat onto the dirt road with a loud thud.
Luffy burst into laughter.
"Luffy!" Sabo scolded, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and hauling him off you. "You can't just tackle people!"
You simply laughed as you brushed the dust from your clothes.
"It's okay," you said. "I'm used to him."
"I'm really sorry about him," Sabo apologized.
You waved him off. "It's fine."
As Luffy climbed back to his feet, something shiny caught his attention.
His eyes locked onto the butterfly clip nestled in your hair.
"Whoa..."
He pointed at it."That's pretty."
You smiled, your fingers brushing over the golden butterfly.
"Thanks. My grandma gave it to me."
The clip glittered in the sunlight.
Luffy couldn't stop staring.
"Oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, remembering something important."You've never met my brothers!"
He proudly pointed between the two boys.
"This is Ace! And this is Sabo!"
Ace sighed."Idiot. We're not your real brothers."
You looked between them before smiling knowingly.
"I understand."
Your eyes lingered on Sabo for just a moment.
You recognized him immediately. It was hard not to, he came from one of the wealthiest noble families around.
Judging by the brief look of surprise on his face, he recognized you, too.
"They may not be your brothers by blood," you said, "but they're your brothers by choice."
Ace raised an eyebrow.
"Huh." He looked you up and down. "You talk fancy."
You opened your mouth to explain until you heard your name.
"(Y/n)!"
Your mother's voice echoed through the street.
You sighed."I have to go."
You gave each of the boys a quick wave.
"It was nice meeting you."
Ace and Sabo returned the gesture.
Luffy barely noticed.
His eyes remained fixed on the butterfly clip sparkling in your hair.
Neither of you knew that one day, he would keep it as one of his most treasured memories.
"So..." Ace smirked. "When were you planning on telling us about that fancy girl?"
Luffy gently placed the butterfly clip back into the wooden box before closing the lid.
Inside were the rest of the things he'd kept over the years.
The book you'd given him.
Little odds and ends that reminded him of you.
Nothing valuable.
Everything priceless.
The Thousand Sunny was approaching another island, and excitement buzzed through the crew.
Luffy was practically vibrating.
"Don't disappear the second we dock," Nami warned.
"I won't!" he replied instantly.
She gave him a skeptical look.
"...You absolutely will."
Still, she decided to go with him.
Lately, she'd found herself wanting to stay close to him whenever they visited new islands.
Partly because someone had to keep him from spending all their money.
Mostly because she couldn't stop wondering about the mysterious person whose name was in the book she'd been reading aloud.
Money pouch in hand, Nami hurried after Luffy as he raced through the bustling streets.
"Slow down!" she called.
To her surprise, he actually did.
Luffy stopped so suddenly that she nearly walked into him.
His entire body had gone still.
"(Y/n)?"
Your name escaped him so softly it was almost a prayer.
Nami froze. That name again. She followed his gaze into the sea of strangers filling the marketplace.
There were too many people. She couldn't tell who he was looking at.
Luffy didn't hesitate.
He pushed through the crowd.
"(Y/n)!"
People stumbled aside as he squeezed between them.
"There!"
He grabbed someone's shoulder.
The stranger turned.
It wasn't you.
Luffy stared for a long moment.
"...You're not (Y/n)."
The words barely left his mouth.
The hope that had brightened his face disappeared just as quickly.
He searched the crowd again.
Left.
Right.
Every face.
Nothing.
It was as if you'd never been there at all.
"Luffy?"
Nami's voice pulled him back.
He quickly rubbed at his eyes before turning toward her with his usual grin.
"Shishishi... sorry about that."
"Did you see them?"
Luffy blinked.
"See who?"
"(Y/n)."
For just a second, his smile faltered.
"No."
He scratched the back of his head.
"I just thought I did."
Nami's expression softened.
She didn't say anything.She didn't need to.
Luffy could tell she pitied him. He ignored it.
Even if you hadn't really been there,something inside him insisted you were close.
Maybe it was wishful thinking.
Maybe it was because you had been on his mind more than usual.
Or maybe, it was because everywhere he looked, he found little reminders of you.
Sanji had started making your favorite snacks one afternoon without ever knowing they were your favorites.
It was only a coincidence.
Luffy knew that.
But he chose to believe otherwise. Because believing made it easier to keep hoping.
And hope was enough.
One day, somewhere on the Grand Line, the two of you would meet again.
hey hey heyyyy!! is it okay if u do a luffy x reader where the reader makes food for the others (including him) but it genuinely sucks 🥹 but luffy pretends thst it tastes good just to keep her happy and even asks for more
omggggg i love this 🥹 especially because it’s cannon that luffy will eat literally anything yes yes yes yes 🫶🏻
content: no warnings! fluff, established relationship, sanji is very near crashing out daily, sanji attempts to give cooking lessons, reader just cannot cook to save her life but she absolutely loves it and luffy loves reader🫶🏻
*not proofread but i did this in like an hour 😅
seconds, please | monkey d. luffy
“oh, sanji!”
sanji stopped short as he entered the gulley. his blood heated slightly, stopping shortly to compose himself. you were always ransacking his kitchen. using ingredients— too many or too little— mixing spices that should never touch, overcooking oil, undercooking rice.
“good morning, love,” sanji exhaled slowly, adjusting his apron as he eyed you suspiciously.
“how do i know when this is done?”
you pointed sheepishly at the pan in front of you. sanji blinked once, fighting over the wave of hysterics washing through him. you were cooking fish. for breakfast… a specific fish that paired best with white wine and something sweet—
“i think it’s almost too done, love…” sanji kept his expression soft, ignoring the twitch in his eye.
“shit.” you frowned, turning back to look down at your culinary creation.
“that’s alright! don’t worry about it—“
even with the horrors you created in his kitchen, sanji could never be upset with you. you would frown and bite your lip and start overthinking your abilities and sanji folded instantly. he held your elbow and sighed softly, “it’s not beyond saving…” sanji lifted the pan and turned off the stove, “no, this is still edible…” he inhaled slowly, fighting away a gag at the smell of the mixed spices combining in ways that should never exist.
“you think it’s still okay?”
oh, godsdamn him… he could never ever hurt your feelings or disappoint you.
“i…”
white fish for breakfast.
“can you pass me the eggs?”
“the— eggs?” sanji nearly tumbled over at this, feeling his fingers twitch at his sides, “eggs? you’re making eggs? with—“ ah.
“yeah, i was thinking over easy!”
runny eggs with white fish. for breakfast…
no, it was fine–
it was alright—
of course someone who cooked for fun couldn’t know basic rules and flavor pallets—
“my muffins!”
sanji jumped as if he saw a spider, “you made muffins? you—“
sanji looked around quickly, noting the four all over the floor that he had missed earlier. flour on your shirt and pants where you had inevitably wiped your hands—
his eye twitched, jaw ticking—
“yes, chocolate and orange!”
that actually sounded good. however, with your culinary skills—
“oh, they smell divine, mon cherie—“
you opened the oven and smoke curled up like one of sanji’s cigarettes. he blinked once, fighting the urge to light one right then and there. you pulled them out, beaming proudly. they were lumpy and mushy in some spots, crispy in others— definitely not muffin shaped and most definitely missing baking powder and enough butter.
“oh—“ sanji breathed out, looking at them over your shoulder. now that you couldn’t see his face, sanji didn’t bother to hide his horrified expression.
“something smells good!” luffy had stormed through the door, bright eyed and nearly drooling. he looked to sanji expectantly before his eyes locked onto you. there was a slight blush and a moment of hesitation before he straightened again, returning to his grin.
“good morning!” luffy crossed the gulley to you, pulling you in for a suffocating hug before you could prepare for him.
“i made breakfast!”
luffy’s wide eyes flashed to sanji, chin resting on the top of your head where you couldn’t see his momentary panic. sanji swallowed slowly, keeping his jaw tight as he lit a cigarette. he shook his head very subtly and luffy breathed slowly.
“it smells very good… i can’t wait to try it.” he rubbed your back, keeping you tight against him, glancing over at the stove with a timid expression.
sanji had stomped on zoro’s foot and luffy had punched usopp beneath the table when their facial expressions gave away their reactions to you having made breakfast. they looked at sanji helplessly, while sanji just smiled proudly and helped you set the table. his jaw was entirely too clenched for his smile to be convincing, though luffy still just stared at you like you hung the stars.
“i hope it’s good! i tried something new…”
at this, nami lowered her fork immediately and gasped, “i forgot to check something!” she went running out as chopper and usopp watched her go longingly. sanji sat across from zoro and kicked him once again, not about to be part of you being offended or having hurt feelings.
luffy had already cleared his plate, hand on his stomach with a wide smile. he was looking at you, as if he couldn’t possibly be prouder. you blinked once, looking to him expectantly. you tilted your head, hopeful.
“amazing. you’re good at everything you do…”
sanji and zoro gagged down the first bite of muffins, washing it down with water and whatever juice they could find with enough flavor to cover your cooking. the fish was burnt and dry, the eggs were rubbery yet somehow undercooked and the muffins had three different textures in one bite.
you had just opened your mouth to try your own when luffy cleared his throat. he was looking at you softly, eyebrows raised in that way that made him look like a begging puppy. “could i have some more?” you blinked slowly, sanji and zoro’s mouths hanging open. luffy had cleared his plate and everyone else’s, still smiling widely. he was still watching you with that adoring expression and soft smile.
“sanji, i think you’ll need to make more breakfast… i accidentally ate it all.”
sanji, relieved and almost too eager, stood up and adjusted his apron. zoro and robin looked so relieved it was almost comical and you just smiled to yourself, sliding your plate towards luffy, “are you sure? you liked it?”
luffy stood and kissed your head, thumb brushing over your forehead as he did. he smiled against your hair, “i liked it…” because he wouldn’t hurt your feelings. he would eat everything you ever made him just to see that smile. that proud, loving smile like you truly loved making food for him— “i love you.”
you glanced up at him with a soft smile, hand squeezing the hand that wasn’t on your head, “i love you too…” you closed your eyes as he stayed close, picking your plate clean as sanji started the real breakfast. “are you sure you don’t need help?”
“no—“
everyone answered too quickly. sanji glanced up with a soft smile, eyeing you like he was in disbelief, “quite alright, love. i’ve got it this time… it takes both of us to feed our captain, after all. it’s my turn, you just stay put…”
you missed the relief in everyone else and the way sanji was extremely good at turning you down politely without letting you feel the slightest bit of hurt. luffy kissed your head again as he finished the last of the muffins, licking his fingers clean as if he hadn’t just finished the entirety of the worst meal he had ever tasted.
because it had made you smile.
and cooking for him made you almost as happy as you made him…
content ⸝⸝ (seperate) clingy ! zoro roronoa + monkey d. luffy + portgas d. ace x fem ! reader , fluff , ≈ 500 words per drabble
಄ zoro roronoa (takes place during egghead)
─── zoro can’t sleep without you.
as strange as it sounds, he can’t drift off until you’re in his arms, pressed against his chest. this even applies to his daily naps, no matter how short they might be. he yawned, stretching his arms behind his head before leaning back against the ship’s dock. the two of you were supposed to be guarding it—alongside brook—while the rest of the crew was with the vegapunks.
“[first name],” he called out just as brook had poured you a glass of tea.
you turned immediately at the sound of your name. “yes, zoro—?” you responded, already recognizing his usual sleeping posture. “i’ll be there in a second. just let me finish this tea… ooh! hot, hot.” you blew on the steam before taking another sip.
he grunted and sat up. “drink quickly, or i won’t be able to sleep.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “yes, you will. you can’t sleep without me anyway.”
he frowned, knowing you were right. clicking his tongue, he walked over to where you were sitting at the table near the edge of the ship. he sat on the floor beside your chair and leaned against it—somehow managing not to tip it over.
“you’re going to fall asleep like that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“you’re taking too long,” he explained, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes. “i had to improvise.”
you took another sip and started stroking his hair with your fingers. “alright then. when i finish this, i’ll come lay beside you.” you assumed zoro had drifted off shortly after, lulled by your gentle touch and soft movements. surely, with your fingers running through his hair, he should be asleep in no time.
well, you thought.
you finished the glass brook had poured for you and left it on the table for him or sanji to clean later. you settled beside zoro, making yourself comfortable, only to see his eye open. you flinched. “you’re still awake?!”
he uncrossed his arms and laid back on the deck. “i’ve been this whole time. my arms are empty.”
you sighed and scooted closer until you were lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. “okay, okay,” you whispered. “go to sleep now.”
and just like that, roronoa zoro fell asleep without any trouble.
“yohohoho—oh.” brook paused mid-step, taking a few steps back as he realized what was happening. “what if i join in on the cuddling? wouldn’t that be a great surprise yohoho—!”
still asleep, zoro suddenly tossed a sword in brook’s direction. it landed with a thud, piercing straight through the ship’s wall.
“HOW DID HE DO THAT?!”
಄ monkey d. luffy
─── everyone but luffy can see the way he treats you differently from everyone else. no matter how many times his own crew called him out for his behavior toward you, he would brush it off and insist he did the same with everybody else—even though that wasn’t entirely true. wherever you went, luffy was always down to tag along, just to make sure you had a companion—even if it wasn’t strictly necessary.
he knew you were as strong as the rest of the straw hats. but for some reason, he never wanted to leave your side. during battles, he would suggest you—mostly just you—to come with him. and when you swallowed nervously, knowing you were about to face the toughest enemies on the seas, he would reassure you, promising he would keep you safe, no matter what.
and he was right. always.
when night fell, he had walk down the ship until he reached your room.
knock! knock!
by now, it was practically a daily routine. he would show up and ask if he could spend the night with you because he had had a ‘bad dream.’ (you still weren’t sure if that was true or not.) if you refused, he would latch onto you until you gave in. there was no point in rejecting your captain’s nightly request.
you opened the door, and he sprang forward, hugging you tightly. you stumbled backward. “what kind of nightmare did you have this time?” you asked, trying to peel him off, but it was useless.
he giggled, looking you in the eye. “none! i just want to be here.”
the door was still open—anyone could walk by and see what the captain and his crewmate were up to. but everyone knew luffy slept in your room by now. it wasn’t a secret.
“okay…?” you raised a brow. “go sleep on the couch—”
“can i sleep on your bed this time?”
“…you want me to take the couch instead?”
“we can both lay on the bed together!” his big grin was impossible to resist.
you didn’t enjoy seeing luffy frown, so you sighed and led him over to your bed. “...alright.”
you didn’t realize your bed wasn’t really big enough for two people. you had your back turned to luffy, facing the opposite direction. you exhaled, trying to sleep—until you felt a rubbery hand grab your shoulder. you shifted, turning to face your captain. his face appeared right in front of yours, your noses almost touching. you nearly fell off the bed, but his hand kept you from doing so.
“yes, luffy?” you swallowed, feeling heat crawl up your neck.
“i have a feeling you’re going to fall,” he said. “want me to hold you so you don’t?” he blinked innocently, silently hoping you would say yes.
you sweat-dropped at him. “i mean… sure.”
his arm wrapped around you in an instant. “good night, [first name]!”
“night.”
and with the door still open, sanji, chopper, and robin walked by, heading to grab a glass of water. when they passed your room, they paused.
sanji’s mouth dropped. “WHAT?!”
chopper loudly shushed him. “shhh! you’ll wake them up!”
robin smiled warmly. she didn’t say anything. but she did think one thing.
“so cute.”
಄ portgas d. ace
─── you never quite knew if portgas d. ace’s clinginess was something you adored or simply tolerated in your relationship. there was no denying you loved his affection—you craved it—but there were moments when it tipped into something harder to manage. the crew on whitebeard’s ship knew to disappear the second the two of you were in the same space, keen to avoid ‘interrupting something.’ however… whitebeard himself remained unaware of the unspoken rule.
“ace… would you let go? i’m trying to fix this tear in the top.” you said, prying at his arms wrapped around you. his bare chest pressed against your back, his chin nestled in the crook of your neck, and frustration flickered under your skin. “i can’t even move my arms..!” you huffed, finally voicing the issue.
only then did he loosen his hold, though his head stayed tucked close. “thank you.” you breathed out, picking up the sewing materials again to mend the large hole in the shirt you wore. but your relief lasted all of a minute before his arms were wrapped around you once more.
“ace—!”
“it’s not enough.” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
you turned your head to face him. “what’s not enough?”
“i need to be in your skin.” he admitted, pulling you even closer.
you sighed, no longer bothering to resist. “is this not close enough for you?”
“nope.” the word vibrated against your skin as he shook his head. dropping the sewing materials again, you surrendered to his hold—like you always did. it was just one of the many times ace had derailed your plans, prioritizing his need for your attention above everything else.
“did you already wash up?” he asked, inhaling deeply at your neck. “you always smell good.”
“no, i was going to take a bath after fixing this.” you said, gesturing to the shirt on the floor. he didn’t so much as glance at it—nor did he care that he was the reason for your delay.
“fix it later, or have pops do it himself.” he yawned. “why don’t we bathe together?”
“i don’t trust pop with my equipment—seriously?” you blinked, realizing what he had suggested. “i swear, you’re getting clingier every day.”
“how could i not?” he grinned, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. “everyone should know you’re mine.”
“i think they already do.” you muttered under your breath. with a reluctant sigh, you finally untangled yourself from his grip. “fine. get the bath ready.”
“i wanna get it ready with you—”
“you’re so needy!”
authors note. first post after 100 yearssss i hope you guys enjoyed :))) FIRST ACE WORK I'VE DONE LESSGOOOO pls request so my master-list isn't filled with old and poorly written pieces...😞
𝔂ou decide to volunteer at your local library during winter break, unaware of the owners cute grandson. you're convinced he absolutely hates you, only to find out he's been thinking on which position to fuck you in first.
warnings / tags smut, brief angst, fluff, small town romance, he's a bit of an ass, rough sex, fingering, public sex, unprotected. reupload !art by uruyuuu on twt !
northern california is rainy around these months.
wanting to be different from the rest of the country, it doesn't offer the warmth of the sun, perfect enough to tan. it instead gives you foggy mornings that blur into rainy afternoons and demands you to be wrapped up in multiple blankets by the end of the day.
that's why you neatly placed your pink burberry scarf around your neck, patting it softly down over your chest with one hand while the other held the application form to volunteer at a library right down the street from your new home.
one you have been visiting for a while now, mostly when you needed to renew your business and law textbooks for school, ones you refused to pay over 500$ for. with one final look in the mirror, you grabbed your umbrella from it's place before heading out the door.
barely anyone helped out at the library because it was family owned. but it had people coming in and out at every hour of the day. so you weren't surprised when a group of people came out the door as soon as you approached it. matcha in hand and earbuds plugged into ears.
performative males.
their earbuds weren't even plugged in and that alone made your eye twitch.
after closing your umbrella, you stepped inside, making your way over to the counter where mrs. gojo usually was. and there the old lady stood, looking through her glasses, scanning books like always.
a smile made it's way on your face. she was the sweetest woman ever, always giving you little stories here and there every time you came in.
"y'know, my hair used to look exactly like yours at your age." she once told you. now, she had a short frizzy pixie, stripped away from her color and has now turned white.
"oh, hello sweetheart!" she happily greeted. mrs. gojo often forgot your name, so she settled with sweet names any granny would call you.
"hi miss." you greeted back, waiting for her to walk around the corner of her desk to give you a hug. "I'm guessing you're out of school, hm?"
"yup, just finished. I'm free, for now at least." she laughed at that. her age may have changed, but her laugh has remained the same.
"what brings you here? you should be out with your friends."
"yeah, well, don't have many of those." you chuckled, handing her your form. "saw on your website that you were needing volunteers, so here I am."
she looked down at the paper confused. "volunteers?.. ah right, right. my grandson," she sighed, shaking her head. "he insists I need more help with running this place but I am telling
him I'm okay. but he posted on our uh google thing that a.. he put up a volunteer sign up."
"he's even helping out as well this summer. I tell him me and him are enough to keep this place going."
you bit the inside of your cheek, a bit bummed out. "so, um, I'm guessing thats a no then?"
"oh! oh no no young missy. I would love for you to work here with us. but I ask you, why here and not hanging out with your friends?"
"I don't really hang out much." you reminded her. "plus, I like being here."
the sweet lady patted your arm, turning to look behind her. "very well then, I'll give this to my boy." you smiled down at her, appreciating the soft feeling of her gentle hand.
"satoru.. where are you honey" she grabbed her walking cane, about to start moving before another white head appeared from behind the shelves.
your eyes widened.
no way was this her grandson.
he's supposed to be eleven, or ten. her stories made it very clear he was anything but your age.
he was wearing a navy blue polo with brown slacks and on his nose bridge laid his black framed glasses that created a barrier for his pretty blue eyes. the same shade as his grandmothers.
your throat dried up. he was handsome, very handsome.
and nowhere near the age you had imagined him to be. her voice snapped you out of your trance. "hi sweet boy, this pretty young lady used the volunteer form. she'd like to work here.." she explained. he gave you a once over, looking you up and down before looking at your application. his eyes skimmed through, adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.
"alright, I'll look at it." his voice was even more attractive. it was low but calm and gentle all at the same time.
mrs. gojo gently smacked him. "she's working with us, application or not, it does not matter."
"sorry granma'am, I need to make sure that she's eligible to-."
"nonsense, I know her. very sweet girl!" she interrupted.
"I'll file it.." he muttered, slipping the application into the folder behind the desk. then he looked up at you, eyes meeting yours.
"welcome, I guess. I'm satoru."
you greeted him with a small smile, giving him your name as well. he let out a small grunt as he stood up straight, walking out to be at the front next to you, noticing how you backed away a bit.
"alright. I'll make you a name badge tomorrow. if you want to start today, you can go back to where the returns are." he nodded towards a bin with a couple of books that were waiting to be checked in and returned back to their place on the shelves.
you nodded, hands clasped together in front of you.
mrs. gojo grinned brightly at the two of you. satoru gave you a brief nod, lips turning into a thin line, before walking past you brushing his shoulder against yours. and you were able to catch the faint scent of cedar and rain making you feel light headed.
"he's shy. must be because you're pretty." she said softly, making your face warm up.
"I've got eyes, you know. he barely talks to anyone other than me or himself. not even to customers."
your eyes flickered over to where the white haired boy had disappeared into. "he'll warm up to you quickly." she gave you a little arm rub and began to hum as she made her way over to a family asking for a membership.
you sure hoped so.
but you hoped wrong.
oh, so wrong.
mrs. gojo's words echoed in your head every day you showed up, praying that satoru would do more than glance your way and shame you for putting the books in the wrong section.
"no, this doesn't go here. I've told you many, many times before the Eschatological literature is all the way in the back. Not with dystopian." he grabbed, or more like snatched, the book from your hands.
"Isn't that kind of the same thing?"
He looked down at you like you had suddenly grown three heads. "Are you stupid?"
Yeah.
He was an asshole.
And when he wasn't whisper yelling at you for a mistake, he was making you do the things he was supposed to.
Like being in charge of the front desk while he took an hour break to study for his Econ class.
"Uh, Satoru? I thought you were doing the check out today." You carefully approached him, not wanting to annoy him in any way.
Satoru's head turned to look to where you stood, adverting his eyes from his computers screen. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, taking in the cute but simple outfit you wore.
God, he just wanted to tear it all up.
He adjusted his glasses, standing up not before closing his device.
"Can't you do that?" He asked.
"Oh, well I'm in charge of putting the books back in place, so.."
"No. Absolutely not."
You frowned. sure you've messed up a couple of times in the past two weeks, but you thought you have gotten the hang of it.
"Just do the check outs and I'll take care of the rest."
His lanky body moved out of the room, giving you the opportunity to let out a frustrated sigh.
You heard his annoying voice once again. "Get to work."
You thought this was supposed to be a nice relaxing way to spend your vacations. A little get away from being pushed around by your parents and peers at school, only to end up in the same situation. But this time by a really good looking boy you just wanted to hit in the face.
"Have a great day.." You forced a happy tone out, handing the customer the book. You were so burnt out you didn't even process properly when said customer hit on you.
"Sorry?" you blinked a few times.
The man stood tall, green eyes on yours and a smile stretched on his face.
"I was saying that you're really beautiful.. and if you'd like to grab coffee some time?"
Never in your many years living in this shit town have you been complimented by such a handsome guy. His muscles were visible even through his brown leather jacket.
"Su-"
"We'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't flirt with our employees."
You've gotta be joking.
You turned to Satoru whose eyes were set on the man who was already backing away.
"My apologies." He politely said, smiling one last time at you before leaving the building.
Satoru watched him leave, internally patting himself on the back proud that he managed to scare him off. No way was he going to let you get any game while he was plotting on you.
Through his glasses, he finally looked at you, only to flinch a little when you looked like you were one second away from biting his head off.
"Seriously? Do you hate me that much? What the hell have I ever done to you other than confuse two fucking genres of books?!"
"Woah, watch your tone. There are kids here, if you haven't noticed."
"No, listen here Satoru. What is your damn deal?"
You were clearly fed up with whatever bullshit he has been pulling.
His eyebrows furrowed, not pleased with the vulgar tone of yours. "It's not appropriate to do that kind of stuff here."
"Since when? Not even a day ago were you getting hit on by a girl!" Yes he was the worst guy you have ever met, but he was very handsome. His face looked like it was built by God himself.
"Now it's a problem?" You scoffed, walking away from him.
There was no emotion visible on his face.
He quickly scanned the library, making sure no one was watching as he followed after you, gently slamming you onto the desk nearby.
Rows of shelves covered you from any eyes, but anyone could walk to where you both were any second.
"What are-" you were cut off when a large hand covered your mouth, the feeling of something hard pressing up against your ass made you freeze.
"You sure are something, huh?" Satoru sighed, giving you a little thrust. "Been wanting to do this since you first showed up. You know how many times my grandma spoke about you? Didn't know you were this pretty."
Your moan was muffled by him, already feeling yourself get wet, which he took notice on.
His free hand traveled down to squeeze your inner thighs, moaning lowly. He's never actually touched a woman like this before. Only learning the ways of sex because of the mature section that was on the second floor, hidden away.
He's read a few pages here and there discreetly when organizing them or when he had to kick teenagers out for treating it like the back of Spencers.
"Fuck.. is this okay?" His cock was about to explode but he really needed to know if you wanted this too. He's seen the way you stared at him when you thought he wasnt noticing. The way your eyes lingered on his arms, especially his hands.
You nodded, whining a 'yes' when he relaxed the hand that was gripping your lower face.
“Good.” He leaned in and kissed the crook of your neck, his lips moving against your warm skin as he whispered moaned in your ear, feeling you through your panties. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a hungry one, his tongue tracing the outline of your pulse point, biting down on it.
He watched your face closely, taking in all the little expressions you made after he moved your underwear to the side, teasing your bare cunt. His eyes darkened with lust, wanting to see you completely come undone by his touch.
You had no idea how no one had noticed yet.
The horrid sound of your wet pussy squelching at every movement his fingers did was loud enough to fill the area you were in.
A library was supposed to be quiet by nature, making it an appropriate place to let those who want to study, study in peace.
Not to have sex in the corner. Not at all.
“oh my fuck. your so messy.” His fingers curled hard inside you, thumb playing with your clit in circles to bring you to your orgasm quicker.
He was living for the small noises you made. How you tried your best to be quiet.
"Fuck—“
Satoru pulled back just enough to watch the way you trembled—fingers glistening with your arousal as his free hand yanked his pants down further. He began stroking his cock, continuing working on your cunt.
“Satoru..” you whimpered.
“Yes baby?”
The pet name made you clench harder around his digits.
“Fuck me..” your own words made you cringe. you sounded desperate. because you were.
Satoru lost it—his cock driving into you with brutal precision as he sucked his fingers clean fucking you in tandem until your thighs trembled around his dick.
"Say my name when you cum," he ordered against your neck before sucking hard, the vibrations of his groan making your hips jerk. His free hand pinned yours above your head: "Wanna hear who owns this tight little—fuck!"
He cut off mid-sentence when he felt you clamp down on him.
“where’s you learn how to talk dirty..” you managed to say with the way he was plummeting in and out of you. “and fuck.”
“i’ve got my ways of learning sweetheart.”
He chuckled darkly, biting down on his lip to keep himself quiet.
“gonna cum inside.” He warned.
You nodded, getting dizzy when he hit your g-spot repeatedly.
and that was enough to make you cum.
“Yes.. yes fuck oh my god.”
he released into you, watching as it immediately drip out of you.
“Thank you..”
you smiled weakly up at him. “for taking your virginity?”
“felt like i took yours.” he grinned, helping you put your panties back in place, patting your cunt one more time before tucking himself back in his pants.
“satoru sweetheart? where are you?” Mrs. Gojos voice could be heard.
“shit. forgot we were here.” his eyes widened, watching as his grandma walked in.
She paused in her steps.
“oh! looks like you’ve gotten along. see, told you he’d warm up to you.” she innocently smiled at you, unaware of the reason why you two were even this close to each other in the first place.
“cmon, you’ve gotta help me out with some books.” she turned around, pausing again.
satoru is surprised to see that his new neighbor is young & beautiful, not an old hag.
satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships, is what he says every time a hook up tried staying until the morning. he’d go into a bar in hopes of blowing off some steam after a long day of work, find a pretty face, and ruin it back in his apartment.
his neighbors were sick of his behavior, eventually not being able to handle it anymore leaving moving out as the only option. it was an insanity for the luxury apartment complex to refuse to do anything other than give him warnings time to time. that was because satoru would just pay them to leave him alone.
his loud moans along the sounds of skin on skin were the last thing one needed to hear at three in the morning, so it wasn’t a surprise to see mr. & mrs. iori packing their things not even a month after moving in.
they shot the white haired boy a dirty look as they carried their boxes outside. satoru would only respond with his stupid smirk.
the rumor of a new neighbor settling in next door to him spread quickly. everyone spoke of you so kindly because of how you’ve given each of the families on your floor a plate of sweet treats.
a pout would appear on satoru’s face upon hearing of you. why haven’t you given him anything? you live right next to him for gods sake!
the last time he had a girl over was well over a week ago, his work being more demanding leaving no room for his activities. his body shook with excitement, hands groping the blondes body watching as her nipples hardened under the cold weather. right as he was about to take one into his mouth, the doorbell rang.
satoru groaned in annoyance, pulling back with reluctance. he stood up, re-adjusting his raging boner inside his pants to answer the door. to his surprise, it was you.
“hi,” your soft voice cut through the air. “i’m new here, thought it’d be best to finally introduce myself to my neighbor. wasn’t so sure if anyone lived here since it’s always so quiet!”
oh you poor innocent thing.
but oh my god. you’re no old lady who bakes and sews in her free time. you’re around his age, with a pretty face that practically made his jaw drop in awe as his eyes landed on yours.
satoru could hear his hook up calling for him to come back, making him close the door slightly behind him so you wouldn’t be able to hear her. “yeah, sorry just been so busy. but, i’ve heard about you…” he dragged out the ‘o’
“y/n”
“y/n” he repeated, testing out your name himself. and it felt so right. “i’m satoru, satoru gojo.”
you shook his slightly clammy hand after he offered it to you. “well, satoru, i really hope you enjoy the cookies. have a goodnight.”
“you too..” his eyes trailed after you even as you walked away.
at that moment, he knew he wanted you & for more than just sex. he wanted what was shown in romcoms, when they’d go through fights and then hold hands and kiss under the rain. stuff like that.
but satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships.
he had no clue how they worked, really. the most he could do was touch himself at the thought of you. the way your loving voice would say good morning to him in the hallway or when you’d offer to babysit his nephew, megumi, when he was busy with his job.
you were so perfect.
“ngh fuck!” he whimpered out in the shower. the hot water hitting his bare back enough to make him arch into it. his hand squeezed the base of his cock, watching as his tip exposed itself once the skin was pulled back. the tip that was usually pink had now turned into an angry and desperate red.
“bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around me.” he whispered to nobody, throwing his head back as he quickened the speed of his hand. it was cramping from how hard he was going on himself, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.
any evidence of an orgasm was washed away by the water that was pouring out of the shower head.
“what a waste.” he watched the cum disappear. it’d look much better painted on your back.
when other neighbors warned you of satoru, urging you to get earplugs, you were confused to say the least. “earplugs? what for?”
“he’s always moaning with a new girl every other week day. we’ve tried putting in complaints but the complex won’t do anything of it.”
“really? i haven’t heard anything.” which was a lie, partially. satoru didn’t moan to another girl these days that wasn’t you. every whimper and moan that slipped out of his place, spilled into yours. it was cute really, hearing his needy sounds with your name on his tongue after every interaction he had with you.
it was a huge help for you as well. having difficulty finishing, it became easier with just listening to him. your vibrator would touch just right, hand shaking as you moved the wand up and down.
the sudden silence of satoru’s place spread around the building. the fact that he hasn’t brought a girl over in a few weeks raised suspicion and honestly, worried everyone.
“maybe his company is being harsh again.”
“doubt it, he’d still find a way to have sex. something is seriously wrong.”
so they all kept a close eye on him, observing the way his line of sight lingered on your door every time he would leave or enter his place. satoru has been contemplating on returning the basket you had given him since you first spoke. it’s been sitting on his desk for a while now, collecting dust. surely, you wanted it back.
with the help of his black credit card, he filled the basket up with hundreds of roses, leaving it at your doorstep with a small note inside.
your eyes widened when you reached your door after a long day of work, wondering if you were hallucinating or not. you bent over to grab the basket, reaching inside for the piece of paper.
“feel like we barely speak other than you babysitting for me & the usual ‘hello’s’ & i’d love to take you out some time if that’s alright.”
at the bottom read his initials.
s.g
his heart wouldn’t stop beating in excitement upon your acceptance. but since he was satoru gojo at the end of the day, the boy who swore he doesn’t do relationships — has no idea how relationships operate.
“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.” you smiled up at the barista who jotted down your order on their notepad.
“uh yea ill get that too..” satoru stuttered, trying his best to calm down the pressure he was feeling in his pants. he had no idea you have heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same.
when you spoke, all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head, memorizing every word you said.
you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better giving him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.
he knew doggy style would feel the best, but he really wanted to see your face. so, mating press would do it. except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.
“alright, good night satoru. thank you again for the date. hope we can go out again?”
he blinked, nodding. “of course. yeah, fuck of course.
with another of your gentle smiles, you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entering your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.
satoru stood there in shock.
you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could fuck you until all you knew how to say was his name.
but you didn’t.
you made him wait.
2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other strictly on the face. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his.
but whenever he tried this dirty trick, you’d move away just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him!
yes of course he wanted to be yours more than anything but god did he want to feel your body under his.
finally, on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit at least.
“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”
“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”
“who could’ve seen this-“
“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.
satoru finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock after finding your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?”
he coo’ed feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?”
your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.
“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?”
“y-you! you satoruuu!”
his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks.
“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. i’m mad at you, baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.”
he moved your head to the side, smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on sweets. cum.” he ordered.
you didn’t need to be told twice.
your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. satoru slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you.
“nice and deep.. good girl.”
his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine.
“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”
his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”
the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with satoru fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.
you had broken up with satoru for a variety of reasons. everything began when he showed up late to plenty of dates, or not showing up at all. when you would confront him, it’d be the same excuse.
“i’m sorry baby, forgive me. i was studying for biochemistry and i lost track of time!”
completely understandable — for the first three times. and those dates he would be able to attend would have to be cut off short because he had a project to finish.
“shit, the boys are calling me. we’ve gotta finish our project, you understand right pretty girl?”
no, you didn’t. despite trying so hard to be patient and understanding, part of you was fully prepared to find out that your boyfriend was cheating.
but that wasn’t the case.
satoru loved you to the moon and back, going as far to keep the city safe, to keep you safe. your nerdy boyfriend was actually spider-man
with weekly villains showing up often, it was hard to juggle studies and your relationship. he told himself that he could do it — that he could manage all three.
“i think.. i think we should break up.” your voice was still soft despite being hurt. the last thing you wanted to do was end your two year relationship. but what other choice was there when he was no longer putting in the same effort he was months ago?
“what?” satoru looked up from his book, eyes blown wide. he slowly shook his head, hands already reaching towards you. “baby, no is it me being late to dates? i’ll stop i swear-“
“that’s what you’ve said the last three times.”
his heart sank when you pulled away from his touch. “i know, fuck, i’m sorry. don’t do this, i love you.”
“it doesn’t feel like it gojo.”
“gojo? no no, cmon don’t call me that-“
those were the finals words you heard from him before leaving his apartment complex.
it’s been a few weeks since then — weeks full of gojo’s body feeling too heavy to get up. he barely had the energy to go out and fight whoever showed up in the city, stirring trouble.
he’d spend his extra patrol time to look over you, secretly following you home just to make sure you were safe. if he couldn’t have you up close, then he’ll have you from a distance.
you haven’t moved on from the relationship either. having no interest in seeing anyone else, you spent your days hunched over your desk studying.
one night, satoru had taken pretty harsh hits. his suit was all torn up and blood was seeping through the cuts. he took in deep breaths but that only made it worse. the white haired boy hissed in pain as he weakly made his way up to your dorm.
maybe now you’d understand.
just as he was about to open the window, he heard two voices coming from inside.
“okay, so if we go back to basic algebra, we know that a negative times a negative equals a positive-“
you were with a boy. satoru felt his heart rate rise. why were you studying with another boy? why were you with another boy, period?
he peeked again into the window to take a closer look, but only accidentally made eye contact with you.
“is something wrong?” choso, the guy you were studying with, was about to turn around towards the window before you stopped him.
“uh i was just seeing how late it has gotten..! you must be tired cho, you should get going.”
“cho?” satoru whispered to himself.
choso stood upright, grabbing his backpack from your bed. “alright, see you tomorrow then. sleep well.”
“you too.” you waved goodbye , closing the door once he was out of sight. you turned back around, seeing that satoru had already made his way inside. he was fucked up. his white locks were tinted with red from his own blood, or the villains, even he didn’t know.
an audible gasp left your lips. “what the hell.”
“who was that?..” he asked, but you cut him off.
“you lied to me.” your voice trembled. “did you not trust me or something? how many times have you been beat up like this when i could’ve helped you out?”
“y/n..”
“don’t.” you shook your head, already feeling tears spilling from your eyes. satoru let out a sigh, reaching up to wipe them away with his thumbs. “i didn’t want to tell you because if i did, i would’ve put you at risk.”
“i thought we were supposed to tell each other everything. you had me thinking that i wasn’t enough for you. that you had found someone else..”
“no no no.. of course not. you’re it for me love.” he pressed a kiss against your forehead. “please understand..”
you leaned into the familiar touch.
it was silent for a bit, just the two of you embracing one another.
“sooo… who’s cho?”
“my tutor.” you rested your chin on his chest. “had to replace my old one.”
“yeah cuz you broke up with him.”
“for a very good reason!”
he had missed this. the sweet bickering between you and him. “help me clean up?”
the bath water filled up the tub with the perfect temperature. satoru gently pulled off his suit, dipping into the tub with a grunt.
“how’d this even happen?” you asked quietly, taking the soap into your hand to scrub at the grime and blood on his porcelain like skin.
“green goblin gave me a whole ass detour of the city.. by dragging me around.” he closed his eyes, just taking in your soft touch. “no.. i meant.. how’d you even become spider-man?”
“oh, some spider bit me. the one from that museum we visited once. get in with me?..”
“no way, the waters all dirty.”
what used to be clear water had now turned into a mixture of red and brown. “you’re all set.” you leaned over to the counter where the towels were.
“thank you, baby.”
he got out, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist to prevent you from seeing his hardened dick. how couldn’t he get hard? you looked as pretty as ever and something about you taking care of him was so domestic.
“i think i still have some of your clothes in my closet.” you mumbled, digging through your drawers. an old graphic tee and pj pants sat untouched at the bottom of your clothes.
“that won’t be necessary.” satoru said from behind, hugging you close. “i missed you..” he groaned into the nape of your neck. “satoru..” you attempted to pull away from him, but he wasn’t budging.
instead, he pushed you harder against your cabinet, forcing your hands to rest on top.
“did ya miss me?” he lifted his head up, staring down at you with his ocean like eyes. even if you wanted to deny it, of course you missed him. after seeing your nod, satoru hummed in pleasure.
“thought so.” he turned your head to the side so his tongue could lick a stripe from your neck up to your lips. a moan tore from your throat when he forced his tongue into your mouth. “take me back.” he begged. “promise, no more secrets.”
“okay.” you whimpered out, arching your back to meet with his prominent boner.
୨୧ — "Tooojiii~", you chime, skipping up to him before wrapping your arms around one of his massive biceps. The sheer size difference making you look even smaller.
He arches an eyebrow, that smirk you adore so much playing at his lips, "what're you plotting?"
"Nothing at all," you say sweetly, your finger tracing the defined muscles of his arm, "Juuuust taking in the view~."
He snorts, but there's amusement in those sharp Zenin eyes, "The view, huh? Sure it's not just an excuse to cop a feel?"
"M’nope! I was just admiring how the sunrise today makes you look extra dangerous~"
"Dangerous, huh?" The big bad Toji Zenin grins, amused by how you can make even that sound like a compliment, "Most people don't say that while grinning like they've found a puppy."
"Well, I'm not most people," you giggle while pressing your cheek against the warmth of his arm, "And your arms are way better than any puppy. Now up, please ~!" you can’t stop the dumb grin on your face when he flexes his bicep deliberately under your grip.
"Tch. You're worse than a kid." He grumbles as he effortlessly hoists you up with his arm, your feet dangling. Toji huffs, but there's no hiding the flush creeping up his neck, "And flattery will get you nowhere."
Despite his gruff demeanor, you know he secretly loves how you get all stary eyed at his strength.
You grin cheekily, "i dunno, I think it’s gotten me pretty fa-."
"Papa! UP!" A tiny voice suddenly demands. You both look down to see little Megumi- the very proof of how far your flattery has gotten you with Toji Zenin. Your sons arms were stretched high above his head in a perfect mirror of your earlier pose.
Toji's expression softens gradually as he looks at his son. Without putting you down, he easily scoops up Megumi with his free arm, holding both of you aloft like you weigh nothing.
"Great… now I've got two clingy brats," he complains, but his eyes are warm as Megumi squeals in delight, tiny hands patting his father's muscled shoulder.
You're obsessed with your magic teacher, Master Qifrey, but he always treats you with the utmost respect, when you'd really love to get railed by him </3 Enter - Master Gojo. He's brought in to assist, and he has no issue giving you all sorts of lessons that Qifrey won't - like making you squirt. Qifrey is not very happy catching Satoru fingering you on the dining room table of all places though, so decides to make it both your problems!
٠ ࣪⭑ pairings - yandere! Gojo x witch! reader x Sorcerer! Qifrey
٠ ࣪⭑ warnings - Gojo being a little shit, kinda a crack fic lol, Qifrey losing it, horny reader, Qifrey and Gojo kiss on... accident!? twice! (Sure) fingering, oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, spitting, cum swapping, Eifel tower, tummy bulges, creampies wc- 3.2k
part of my crossover event!!! I will have two more (Sugu / Sebby and Choso / Valko!) ty to everyone for two years on Tumblr - despite a couple loud haters, the majority of you all have made me very happy to write here!
qifrey art here!! Gojo art here!!
Satoru hates watching you like this, the apprentice of his damn dreams just over there drawing pretty patterns – with Master Qifrey of all people.
Oh, you'd think they got along because they're both white haired sorcerers?
Well you'd be dead ass wrong.
Satoru can't stand how much you have swooned at Qifrey since he's arrived to help with training the future witches here, don't you realize Satoru has six fucking eyes!? Qifrey has only one, how the fuck could he ever even dream to keep up with Satoru Gojo of all people?
It was amusing, him thinking he could – but was not amusing was seeing his crush with Qifrey, following him all around and giggling as if you were one of the other girls he kept. But no, you were a whole ass woman, and Satoru thinks Qifrey should keep to being a step dad, and leave you all to Gojo himself.
You were supposed to be training with him too, but half the time Qifrey was on some bullshit and just disappeared, leaving Gojo to deal with all the damn kids always getting into trouble. He was fine when he left though, when it meant moments with you all to himself.
His fists clench now, pretty blue eyes narrowing as he watches you and that white haired copycat through an arched window, you peek then, turning your head to the side as if you could feel his eyes – and catch him, making him flap his arms around and fall back on the soft grass.
Shit.
He doesn't need you to know how often he watches you, especially since he's come here - he should be focusing on the apprentices he is here to train, not dying over you, jerking his cock in the room next to yours. But you just smell so good, and you look up at him so damn pretty.
You're always simping for Qifrey though.
Satoru is right here!?
He is always trying to show you things, yet - like a brat, really - you're all doe eyed for the other white haired sorcerer. But this weekend, it’s gonna be his chance – for you to see how strong he is. Surely when Satoru shows you his own powers, you’ll get soaking wet.
Well…
You do get soaking wet, when Satoru accidentally transports you into a goddamn ocean.
“Shit!” He must have been distracted!? “I’m sorry, sweetheart… this never happens and…”
“It’s f-fine,” you’re coughing and shivering, your thin white gown clinging to your body in a way that further ruins Satoru altogether, his cock throbbing at the sight of you like this. “I think your transportation magic is… ahem… really…”
“You’re shivering,” he pouts now, tugging you to him, ignoring how good your tits feel against his chest, all lush and pretty. “I am sorry, lemme get you back home. I wanted to show you the beach, not…”
“It’s all right, Master Gojo,” you smile all tremulously, clinging to his neck as he picks you up. “I’m a little dizzy.”
“I’ve got you…”
Satoru gets you back, and after you’ve gotten into dry clothes, he realizes that the two of you are alone.
No kids up.
No one eyed Qifrey and his lover (that’s who Satoru thinks that man is, well… Satoru sure hopes!)
It’s his chance to show you a different magic.
He gathers himself that night at dinner, you're sitting next to him tonight, his hand resting on your thigh as he smiles at you, watching you bite down on your lip, a pretty flush to your skin.
"I am sorry again for today,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of your drying hair back gently. “I really thought I had that one down.”
“It was kind of fun,” you giggle now, sipping your wine, a drop of it on your lips. “Master Qifrey always keeps me away from any danger, locked up almost. So it was a little… exhilarating.”
“Yeah?” You nod and he exhales.
Thank God.
“I actually have a different method than Qifrey does for magic," he murmurs softly, as you nibble on your dinner. "I should show you some time."
"Oh, different from the ocean trip?"
"Mhm," you lean forward just a bit, pretty tits leaned out of your neckline for his hungry blue eyes to hit. You sip your wine carefully once more, feeling the intensity of his gaze taking your breath.
You may or may not have a crush on Qifrey - but you also may or may not have a crush on Satoru.
Scandalous, you can't do such things!
They're both your teachers, and you're a grown woman, much unlike the young girls that joined you as apprentices, aren't you supposed to set an example? But your thoughts are utterly wicked - imagining just how much of their cocks you can fit in your throat.
Scandalous thoughts that must end!
"I could show you, it's a little different," Satoru says, chuckling and slipping up that blindfold he wears constantly, letting pretty blue eyes drift across your collarbones. "More based on touch than drawings."
You feel your cunt clench around nothing. "Oh, touch, you say?"
"Mhm."
"Well,” you set down your glass, heart racing as the fire crackles, illuminating his tall shadow taking over yours on one of the stone walls of the Atelier. “I'm most eager to learn."
It's moments before Satoru has you spread right on that table, shoving your skirts up, his fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt, the squelching so damn loud. He's leaning over you, as his fingers move in and out faster, a hand clutching yours as it rests on the table, your ass arched all pretty against him as you cry out.
"S-Satoru!"
Your voice is all hoarse as your head falls back, as much as you adored Qifrey - well, he'd kept it all professional. He'd never done more than brush your cheek with his fingers once, a lean close – so close you thought he’d kiss you – just to pull back and walk right out.
Not Satoru.
He had no problem kissing you messy, his eyes were insane as he hit your sweet spot over and over, laughing against your ear, lips brushing against it.
"How are my lessons, pretty little witch?"
"Wh-what... are you teaching, ngh," his teeth nip your ear, eliciting a filthy little cry. “They’re v-very – ah! Gojo…”
“Satoru,” he whispers, pumping faster with his thick fingers in your plump, messy cunt. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“Satoru!”
That's what Qifrey hears when he walks in.
"Well, here's that sweet spot, the one that makes you gush," he's honing in on it, smirking when Qifrey walks in, but your face is pressed against the table cloth, drooling on it, Satoru’s hand entangled in your hair.
Qifey is torn - between wanting to fuck Satoru up and wanting to drag you right over to himself, hearing your pathetic, mewling little cries, your squelching cunt as the dumb fucking sorcerer he brought in to help is touching you. Qifrey’s hands are damn near shaking, clenching into fists as he walks in, slamming his gear down on the ground loud enough for you both to pause.
Satoru just smirks, this little shit.
Your face is all fucked out, drool down your lips, eyes glazed over in a way Qifrey had only ever dreamed of.
Oh yes, filthy dreams of his apprentice, the one he’d tried so fucking hard to make sure not to touch, to be professional. Yet here Satoru Gojo is, with his dumb blindfold shoved up his face, grinning right at him and apparently fingering your cunt again, judging by the messy, wet sounds echoing and your little moan.
“What is the meaning of this!?” He demands, you bite your lower lip, but Satoru simply hums a bit, reaching around to grip one of your tits, squishing it in his hand.
“I was showing her my own magic, one eye.”
Qifrey snorts, shaking his head and pulling out his little notebook. “Time for you to get locked the fuck away, six eye freak.”
“Aww, can’t make her cum without your doodles?” He’s got you arching, and Qifrey’s cock is throbbing underneath his robes, his eye damn near twitching behind that spectacle, as your nails scramble for purchase on the table.
Qifrey walks over and Satoru is furious at how you grip his fingers when he’s that close, how thick your coating of slick gets, he gets so mad he slips a third finger inside, making you cry out.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs in your ear, but the other sorcerer is gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, that eye glinting dark.
“No, eyes on me,” he says softly in that tone of his, absolutely fucking you up, his free hand trailing down the side of your pretty tit, tracing the gentle curve as you’re trying to hold it together. “You needed your cunt played with and never told me?”
“She didn’t need to tell me,” Satoru’s lips pressed against your neck, his teeth nipping your skin.
“I tried but y-you… seemed very – ngh, reserved,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.
“Here in the dining room? Really, Gojo?”
“Want dinner though,” he pulls out his fingers, dripping with you, smirking as he sees the sorcerer fucking salivate, sucking your juices right off them, moaning, his cheeks hollowed. “She’s so tasty.”
“My room. Now.”
You both pause, Satoru raising a brow, but Qifrey just walks off, looking at you both behind his shoulder.
“I said now.”
You’re sure you’re in for the worst tongue lashing of your life, even as Satoru has this big, shit eating grin on his face, walking up the winding stairs to his room, when the door shuts behind you, and suddenly it’s Qifrey, his fingers on the buttons of your gown, making quick work of them. He sighs when he sees you naked, groaning at the sight of your pretty body as Gojo’s own eyes dart across.
“Seems our first time will have to be sharing you,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue and brushing your hair back. “Shame, I wanted you all to myself.”
“Who says I’ll share her?” Satoru tugs you to him, lifting you like it’s nothing with his hands on your thighs, carrying you right over to Qifrey’s bed and laying you down, just for the other sorcerer to come right over, shoving Satoru right over.
“You already started having fun,” he presses you down against those silk sheets, cool against your heated skin, making you tremble just a bit. “Look at you…”
“Master Qifrey…” You’re all flustered, and he raises a brow, as Satoru’s slipping off his top, revealing the muscles of his hard body, while Qifrey’s fingertips trail your thighs, sliding up and making you tremble.
“You were aching all this time, hmm?” His voice rushes over you, and Satoru’s sigh is loud.
“Will you move so I can show you how to eat pussy?”
“Tch, think I don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” Satoru is snickering as Qifrey kneels at the foot of the bed.
“Do you just draw on her thigh?” Qifrey doesn't answer, he simply slips his long fingers up your skin. Watching those juices pour right out.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Qifrey murmurs, as if it’s just for you – spreading your thighs with his hands carefully. "Taste this sweet, pretty little pussy."
“You have? I–ah!” He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive folds, before his tongue makes contact with your dripping slit.
You cry out, arching against the bed, hips pressed up as he licks a slow stripe up your slit a few times, coating his tongue in it before he parts your puffy folds, circling your clit with deliberate precision. The very tip of his tongue swirling intricate patterns like drawings, all in front of Satoru Gojo.
“Fuck…” that's all he can manage, as one of your hands grip the sheets, and the other entangles in Qifreys pretty white locks.
“There it is,” he mumbles, pussy drunk as he smirks over at Satoru. “She quite likes her clit being covered in my ‘drawings’ hmm?”
Satoru watches with hungry blue eyes before kneeling down right next to him, his mouth capturing your other thigh in a little kiss, grasping dribbles that are glistening right down.
“Move over,” he bites your skin. nudging Qifrey aside. "Let me taste her too."
Instead of arguing, Qifrey simply shifts a bit, leaning over you to capture your chin, allowing Satoru to eye your dripping folds, parting your pussy wide and watching it clench around nothing.
Qifrey spits your own cum in your mouth.
“Swallow, pretty Apprentice.”
You eagerly obey, earning a pleased smirk as Satoru buries his face against you with just a bit of clumsiness, his tongue exploring every inch of your folds before pulling back with a groan.
"Fuck, you're tight," he mumbles, sliding a finger inside as Qifrey licks your clit again, the squelches obscene. "Can you even take us?"
“Mhm – ah!” Your thoughts are cut off when both men begin to eat your cunt – desperately, your hands in each of their silky white locks, one of your thighs in each hand as they spread you wide.
Qifrey leans in and captures Satoru's lips in a messy kiss as if to make sure to capture all your juices, his tongue slipping over Satoru's mouth to taste you on him. The sight makes your cunt clench around Satoru's fingers, the way they're moaning. The way the saliva drips between them – your two teachers sharing your taste between them right over your twitchy clit.
“Oh…” they both blush a bit and pull back as if it were some mistake, before diving back in, tongues circling your clit in tandem, both men's fingers working your needy cunt. “Did you two… ah. Kiss?”
“No!?”
“Indeed no!?”
You go to giggle.
Big mistake.
The two white haired sorcerers immediately position you, so you're laying on your back sideways on the bed, Qifrey settling between your thighs with his fat cock tugged out of his robes, as Satoru positions himself by your head, his pink tip dripping white little drops on your lips.
“You want me to take care of you, hmm? Pretty girl,” Qifrey’s words are fucking you up – blood rushing through your ears as you nod, feeling his cock slide between your puffy folds, while Satoru’s darts on the seem of your lips, running across it achingly slow.
"I want to watch that pretty throat bulge when I fuck it," he murmurs, moaning when you lap at his tip, your mouth opening wide. “Watch you swallow every inch."
"And I want to see myself…” He pushes right into your slick heat, you’re so damn wet your cunt takes him easy despite how fucking long he is, he lets out a little moan, eyeing that stomach bulging. “Right here.”
tBoth men eye your body, Qifrey painting pretty patterns with his fingers on your tummy, while his cock is gliding in, Satoru pressing so that you choke on him, shushing you carefully.
“That’s it, you can take us, sweetheart,” he cooes those words, watching his shape in your throat while he sees Qifrey’s cockprint moving in and out of your stomach. “Look at you. Made for it.”
“You're taking us so well,” Qifrey whispers, picking up your thighs now and spreading them wide, watching how she so greedily grabs onto his cock, every thrust making slick just pour. “I was neglecting my apprentice, I see.”
“You were,” Satoru whines out – Qifrey would make fun of that sound, but he’s doing the same goddamn thing when you grip him, swallowing around the other sorcerer’s cock. “Fuck…”
They begin to move their cocks in perfect sync, tears slip from the corners of your eyes as Satoru sinks deeper, and Qifrey’s tip is just kissing your cute lil cervix. You’re so full of both of them you can hardly see, vision fuzzy as your eyelashes flutter closed, seeing stars behind your eyes.
It’s not long before he has you on your hands and knees, sucking Satoru like that while his hand entangles in your hair, his heavy balls slapping your clit, the loud slick sounds of the men fucking you echoing in the bedchamber. Satoru’s gasping out as he shoves his cock fully inside your mouth, that tip gliding on your throat until your nose is flush with the little smattering of white hair, and Qifrey is leaned back, watching your cunt taking him.
“Look at that, so eager,” he clicks his tongue, smirking just a bit, that little eye glass fogging up with his own breaths as he pulls out fully, slapping his fat cock right on your needy cunt, chuckling. “Beggin’ for all that cum inside, isn’t she?”
Satoru pulls out so you can speak, throat sore with how he’s stretched it out, saliva just dripping from your lips. Satoru tilts your chin up, smiling down at you, thumb brushing over your lower lip now, swiping some of his pre.
“Answer him, sweetheart.”
“Want it,” you manage, peeking back to see your teacher gripping your hips, nudging his tip teasingly against your clit, coating it in sticky pre. “I do…”
“How do we ask, love?” Qifrey nudges your clit again. “Have I not taught you any manners during our lessons?”
“Please,” you whisper, gasping out as Qifrey shoves his length back inside your snug lil cunt, she’s quivering all round him as he leans close, and Satoru is tugging your mouth back open.
“Want to swallow all this cum while he fills you?” He asks, making your cheeks heat up. “Looking all innocent when you just want all this cum.”
“Mhm,” is all you can manage, tongue out, letting them both fuck their loads inside – so full you’re swallowing Gojo down, as Qifrey pumps you so full it won’t even stay in.
Don’t worry – the sorcerers make sure to clean your pussy right up, and if their tongues catch each other, well they’re just sharing your taste – and Qifrey’s cum is quite sweet, even if Satoru won’t admit it. They’re certainly not kissing, and they absolutely can’t stand each other – they’re just getting along for you!
Plot: You wake up in Shanks’s body and must impersonate him for the day.
A broad hand rose in front of your face.
Your hand.
Except it was not yours.
There were scars across the knuckles. The fingers were larger than you remembered.
You sat up too quickly.
The room swung. Your weight shifted toward the left, but there was nothing there to catch you. You hit the floor and nearly took the bedside table with you.
Across the room, someone gasped.
You looked up and saw yourself standing beside the desk.
Shanks wore your pajamas. Your hair hung loose around his shoulders. Both of your hands were pressed over your mouth, though the alarm in your face did not last long.
His eyes moved over you.
Then he laughed.
The sound came out in your voice.
You pushed yourself upright using his right arm. “Stop that.”
Shanks lowered your hands. “I’m sorry.”
He was not sorry.
“You’re smiling.”
“I’ve never heard myself complain from across the room before.”
You tried to stand. Shanks’s body responded with more strength than you expected, launching you upright hard enough that you stumbled into the bedpost.
His smile widened.
“Say one more thing.”
Shanks reached up and touched your hair.
Your hair.
“Soft,” he said.
You stared at him.
He slowly removed his hand.
A knock sounded at the cabin door before you could threaten him properly.
“Boss?” Hongo called. “The ship from Brindle Cay was spotted. Captain Renner should be aboard within the hour.”
You and Shanks looked at each other.
Shanks’s amusement faded.
You pointed at the door. “Fix this.”
“I don’t think Hongo caused it.”
“The relic.”
Shanks glanced toward the small stone disk lying on the desk. The previous evening, both of you had touched it while arguing over whether it belonged in his cabin or locked below deck. It had flashed once, gone dark, and seemed harmless afterward.
Shanks picked it up with your hand.
Nothing happened.
The door opened.
Hongo stepped inside, took one look at the room, and stopped.
You stood beside the bed in Shanks’s body, wearing only his trousers. Shanks stood at the desk, holding the relic and inspecting your fingernails.
Hongo closed the door behind him.
“How long?” he asked.
“We just woke up,” you said.
Hongo’s attention moved to Shanks.
Shanks lifted one of your hands. “She has a small scar on this finger.”
You crossed the room and snatched your hand away from him.
“You’ll need to impersonate him,” Hongo said.
“No.”
You looked at Shanks.
“No,” you repeated.
Shanks tied the robe at your waist with visible satisfaction. “You’ll be excellent.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Some parts.”
You narrowed your eyes.
Hongo picked up the relic. “I’ll work on reversing it.”
Shanks smiled with your mouth.
You disliked how convincing it looked.
An hour later, you sat in Shanks’s chair at the head of the meeting table.
His boots were too large. His coat would not remain on your shoulder. His sword felt heavy at your hip.
Beckman stood near the windows, smoking.
He had recognized the problem the moment you refused the bottle he offered.
Lucky had recognized it when Shanks stole food from his plate walked away before he could object.
Now they had scattered around the room under the pretense of guarding the negotiation.
Most of them were watching you.
Shanks stood behind your chair, dressed in your clothes. He had pinned your hair back badly, leaving one side higher than the other.
You had told him twice.
He had claimed it was intentional.
Captain Renner entered with two officers.
“Red-Hair.”
You nodded.
Renner waited.
You remembered that Shanks usually smiled when welcoming allies. You attempted one.
Beckman coughed into his fist.
You looked toward him.
“Something in my throat,” he said.
You turned back to Renner and decided not to smile again.
The negotiations began.
At first, you tried to think of what Shanks would say. That proved impossible. Shanks rarely followed the same approach twice, and the man currently occupying your body offered no useful guidance.
When Renner proposed a route through waters controlled by a hostile fleet, Shanks caught your eye and silently mimed drinking from a bottle.
You ignored him.
Instead, you asked Renner what he expected to gain from an agreement that endangered only your crew.
He began explaining.
You let him.
The longer you remained silent, the more details he volunteered. He adjusted his cuffs. He changed the route twice. By the time he stopped speaking, he had weakened his own proposal considerably.
You leaned back.
The chair creaked under Shanks’s weight.
Renner cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should reconsider the eastern passage.”
“That would be sensible,” you said.
From beside the window, Beckman gave a slight nod.
You almost relaxed.
Then Renner noticed Shanks.
His gaze moved over your body with open interest.
“And who is this?”
You felt Shanks go still behind you.
“My companion,” you said.
Renner smiled at him. “You’ve been quiet.”
Shanks lowered your eyes, but there was nothing modest in the expression. His mouth had tightened.
“I was listening,” he said in your voice.
Renner seemed encouraged.
He addressed several more comments to Shanks, each more familiar than the last. Shanks answered politely at first, then with less patience each time. When Renner complimented your hair, he tucked it behind your ear with a sharper movement than necessary.
Lucky turned away to hide his face.
Renner eventually leaned back in his chair.
“You keep excellent company, Red-Hair. Perhaps she might show me the island while our crews finish loading supplies.”
Pressure rolled through the room.
One of Renner’s officers shifted in his seat.
You froze.
You had not reached for Shanks’s Haki. You did not know how.
Across from you, Renner’s smile faltered.
Shanks looked at you from inside your body, jaw tight.
Then you understood.
His body was reacting to him.
You placed Shanks’s hand flat on the table. The wood creaked beneath your palm.
“She won’t.”
Renner glanced between you and Shanks. “I meant no offense.”
“You asked for her as though she were part of the agreement.”
The last trace of warmth disappeared from Renner’s face.
You did not raise your voice.
“She decides where she goes,” you continued. “You will not ask me for permission to have her.”
Renner lowered his gaze. “Understood.”
The meeting ended soon after. The moment the door closed behind him, the crew began leaving through every available exit.
Beckman paused near you.
“You did well.”
You looked toward Shanks. “Did I?”
“You frightened him without breaking the table.”
Beckman glanced at the shallow impression beneath your hand. “Mostly.”
Then he left.
Shanks waited until you were alone before walking around the table.
He stopped in front of you.
“You get that often?”
You looked at him. “What?”
“Men speaking to you like that.”
“Sometimes.”
Your mouth tightened on his face.
“More than sometimes?”
You leaned back in his chair. “You usually don’t notice.”
“I noticed today.”
“You looked like you were smiling at him.”
Shanks rested your hip against the edge of the table. “I was deciding which part of his ship to sink.”
You stood and immediately had to adjust for his height. Shanks reached out with both of your hands and steadied you by the waist.
The contact felt strange. Familiar hands in the wrong place. Your own fingers resting against Shanks’s body.
Inside his body, you could feel how much tension he carried. His neck was stiff, his shoulders sore, and the muscles across his back tightened whenever you moved. Even his jaw ached from how often he kept it clenched.
“You ache,” you said.
Shanks looked up at you.
“All the time?”
“Not all the time.”
It was not a convincing answer.
“You never mention it.”
“There usually isn’t anything to be done.”
“You could still tell me.”
Shanks studied your face as though he had forgotten he was wearing it.
“I could,” he said.
A knock interrupted you.
Hongo entered carrying the relic between two cloths.
“It requires a shared admission,” he said. “Something withheld. Both of you touch it while speaking honestly.”
Shanks frowned. “We speak honestly.”
Outside the cabin, someone laughed loudly enough to be heard through the door.
Hongo set the relic on the table and left.
You placed Shanks’s hand against one side.
Shanks covered the other with yours.
You stared down at your joined hands.
“Sometimes,” you began, “I worry that people see me as something belonging to you before they see me as myself.”
Shanks stopped smiling.
The relic warmed beneath your palms.
His thumb moved over the back of your hand.
“I like when they know you’re with me,” he said. “I like it more than I should.”
The stone brightened.
“But I never want you to believe being mine is all you are.”
Light filled the room.
The floor vanished beneath you.
Then you were falling.
Shanks caught you against his chest with his right arm.
Your own body felt small after wearing his. Your knees weakened, and you grabbed his shirt until the room stopped moving.
Shanks looked down at himself, then at you.
Both of you remained still.
He touched your face carefully.
You lifted a hand to your hair and found three separate tangles.
“What did you do?”
“I pinned it back.”
“You tied it into knots.”
Shanks allowed you to push him toward the chair. He sat while you began pulling the pins free, placing each one on the table with increasing irritation.
His hand settled around your waist.
“You were a good captain,” he said.
You tugged sharply at one of the knots.
Shanks winced.
“You were a terrible companion.”
“I was charming.”
“You stole Lucky’s breakfast.”
You finally freed the last pin. Your hair fell around your shoulders.
Shanks started to pull you closer, but you moved behind the chair instead.
“Sit still.”
His brow lifted. “What are you doing?”
You placed both hands on his shoulders.
The tension you had felt while inside his body was still there, hard beneath your palms. You pressed your thumbs into the tight muscles at the base of his neck.
Shanks’s head tipped forward.
“That,” you said.
He went quiet as you worked slowly across his shoulders, easing the knots you now knew he carried there.
After a moment, his hand reached back and rested against your thigh.
“Be gentle with your captain.”
“You survived being me for an afternoon.”
“Barely.”
You leaned down and kissed the top of his head before returning your hands to his shoulders.
Shanks relaxed beneath them, though his grip remained around your leg.
Outside the cabin, Renner’s voice carried from the passage.
Shanks lifted his head.
You pushed it back down.
“Leave the ship alone.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“You’re thinking about it.”
His shoulders moved beneath your hands with a quiet laugh.
Luffy takes after Garp a lot more than he thinks. For the male, he is nothing like him but for everyone else, he is him. Just younger.
He recruited you with Sanji back in Baratie. You and Sanji were siblings, different blood but still you both are Zeff's little eggplant. Both of you work tirelessly to cock for the crew and Sanji make sure to kick every guy who came closer to you.
But Luffy got his eyes on you, cute eggplant who can cook and good with guns. He called you melon since he saw you eating it so much. His little melon, the one who always made sure he ate and often cute some fruits for him whenever you caught him sitting on the Merry Go head.
Then Sabaody happened.
Bartholomew Kuma sent you and Robin to the Revolutionary Army and thus you and Luffy parted ways.
Two years later you meet him again, more mature and cuter than before. The man couldn't get his hands off you, often hug you and making sure nothing happened to you.
Even dare to kick Sanji back when the man push him away from you.
He ate an awful lots too compared to two years ago.
"Luffy no!" You said when the man push you to lay on the table.
The man shrug and smile, his eyes on you the whole time but he couldn't speak much to you since Sanji will keep you occupied, pushing the captain away whenever you wanted to be alone with him.
They're all asleep now, it's his time with you.
"But I miss you." The male pouted, he push your shorts down to your ankle.
Your face flushed red when he got his eyes on your puffy pussy. He palm it, making you whimper softly. The man smile when he heard the sound.
"Still no?"
"No!" You whispered to him, trying to control your voice so the crew wouldn't get up and found the both of you here.
"As a captain I order it." He said and grin.
Your eyes widen when he said it. Your cheeks puffed up when he said it.
"Not fair." But he didn't bother to listen to it.
He parted your legs, his eyes could see your cunt even in the dark. Luffy swear he couldn't live without you. Back at Rayleigh place, he almost die when he couldn't get hold on you.
"I miss you melon." He said and kiss your fat pussy.
Your body shakes at his actions. He said it so casually before parting the lips. He swore he almost going crazy.
Luffy didn't wasted any time, he dive straight to your pussy. His tongue licking your clit, making your back arch. He push down your thighs when you tried to close it and your hands pushing his head away, the man couldn't have it.
Luffy isn't as patient as his grandpa. He made sure to take the rope that he get from Franky and tied your hands to your ankle. He didn't like to be disturb whenever he tried to eat. He made sure it isn't that tight, he practice it before just so he could tied you up.
"Luffy!" You gasp when he tied the last knot.
"Now you won't be able to move anymore melon." He grinned before dive back to your pussy.
His wet tongue licking the exposed cunt. A loud squeal leaving your mouth at the sensation of his hot tongue against your exposed pussy. Luffy didn't mind you scream or let out any noises.
It means he's doing a good job eating your pussy.
"I miss you a lot." Was all he says.
Your legs began to shakes as the man kept licking and teasing your clit. He knows what he's doing. Luffy might look stupid but he knows what kind of food is the most delicious. It's your pussy.
It became a ritual, every time both of you get intimate he would go straight to your pussy first. Nothing is more delicious than seeing your juices dripping and your pussy clenching around his tongue and fingers.
"L-luff- ah! Yes! Yes!" You suddenly forgot about the thin walls around the ship.
"You want to cum melon? Please cum. Please please please". He begs as his tongue continues to licking your hole. He began to add his fingers, fuck you felt full.
You don't remember his fingers being this big. Definitely being trained by Rayleigh do him numbers. His fingers curls inside you, rubbing the certain spot that make you see the black dots.
"O-oh! L-luffy! There!Ah!" You couldn't wait anymore.
The thick juices burst out, covering his mouth and his cheeks before dripping down to the table. Luffy didn't wait, he began to lick every drop of it, making loud noises.
Your chest raises and falls quickly after the release. Your back arched as the man kept licking, almost triggering another orgasm. Luffy lifted his head, the liquid around his mouth didn't go to waste when he quickly lick it clean.
He shifted in the bed, tucking you closer to his chest as though that would help at all to soften the argument from outside. “My children?” he repeated, voice thick with sleep.
You huffed and shifted around in his arms, giving him a look that he probably couldn’t even see in the dark room. “They’re in the hall,” you pointed out. “And it’s the middle of the night.”
“And what do you want me to do about that, love?”
“Make them quieten down.”
He grumbled something under his breath but pushed himself upright, taking most of the warmth with him. You immediately stole his side of the bed, pressing your feet into the heat he’d left behind.
The door creaked open and a strip of lantern light stretched across the floorboards. Two familiar voices rose with it, Buggy sharp and indignant and Shanks whispering just loudly enough to make everything worse, before Rayleigh cleared his throat and the hall went blissfully quiet.
“Can you two go fight outside the captain’s room instead? His snores will drown all this nonsense out.”
“But he was in my bed!”
“Buggy said –”
“If it’s not life-threatening, I don’t particularly care. Somebody else in this room is still a little sick and doesn’t appreciate being woken up.”
“Fuck off,” you muttered. “I got over that cold last week.”
Two heads emerged around the cracked-open door a second later, expressions carefully quiet as they peeked toward your bed. You sighed and lifted your head slightly from the pillow to look at both of them.
They both cautiously tiptoed over and Rayleigh, like the traitor he was, let them both in.
“Are you dying?” Buggy asked.
“Yup,” Rayleigh said with a smile you knew meant trouble. “She’s developed a chronic allergy to loud noises. Too many and she’ll just drop.”
You rolled your eyes but unfortunately, the two young boys were far too tired to distinguish lies from truth and both of their expressions fell.
“What?” Buggy exploded. “But we live on a pirate ship! Old man, you better take her off right now before the Marines attack again! She’s going to die from the first cannon going off!”
“Buggy!” Shanks whispered, still far too loud. “You’re shouting!”
“I am not!”
You groaned and reached out to catch Buggy by the wrist. He squirmed like an angry cat as you dragged him onto the mattress and tucked him beneath your left arm, pulling the blanket up around him before he could wriggle free.
“There,” you said. “Now sleep. Shanks won’t bother you.”
Rayleigh cleared his throat. “Love, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re bringing the noise source into our bed.”
Buggy was settling though, still muttering under his breath about angry old women, but quieter. It was the easiest way to stop him from flopping around like a dead fish.
“I know,” you said. “But it took you too long to make them quiet so I’ll do it. Go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep in your stupid bed!” Buggy barked even though he’d stopped squirming and was now lying deathly still.
“Allergic to loud noises,” you mumbled.
You glanced toward the edge of the bed to find Shanks staring at you, a small smile on his face. You sighed and shuffled closer to the wall, moving to your back.
“Fine.”
He immediately scrambled over both of you, causing another round of protests from Buggy that you hushed with a sharp pinch to his cheek. Shanks tucked himself between you and the wall, clearly smug and you put a hand on his head before he started anything.
Rayleigh closed the door to the hall, sending the room into the darkness. “My kids, hm?”
“Loud noises,” you told him even though he was, by far, the quietest person in this room. “Buggy, if you don’t stop kicking, we’re all going to sleep on the floor. Shanks, stop antagonising him.”
“I’m not!”
“You are. Sleep facing the other way.”
“But I don’t like sleeping that way!”
“Too bad.”
Rayleigh chuckled softly. “I’m not sure there’s space for me anymore.”
“There is. Just don’t squish one of them.”
You didn’t remember exactly when you fell asleep but the next morning, you woke up to find Buggy snoring half across your chest, both arms wrapped around Shanks. You grumbled at the weight, moving him to the side so they were lying together before you shifted closer to the warm chest next to you.
Rayleigh brought an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t like having kids in our bed,” he mumbled. “They move around too much.”
“They’re your kids,” you said.
“Roger found them. They’re technically his.”
“Roger couldn’t keep a fish alive if he tossed it in the ocean.”
Rayleigh chuckled softly and moved you slightly more onto his chest, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “Is this a one-time thing or do you plan on kidnapping them every time they fight at night?”
“It shut them up quickly,” you pointed out. “Faster than you did it.”
“You could have given me a minute before snatching one.”
“A minute was too long for them to still be talking.”
Of course, your peace could hardly last forever because no sooner had they woken up than they started arguing again. Though thankfully Rayleigh handled it with a warning tone that had them both scrambling for the door even if that meant you got stepped on a little.
You’d almost forgotten about his tease from the previous evening until you reached the breakfast table. Roger was already laughing heartily but the moment they saw you, both kids launched at him, angrily hushing him.
He caught them on instinct, freezing up at their insistence. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to kill her!” Buggy snapped. “She’s allergic to loud noises!”
“You have to laugh quieter,” Shanks implored.
Roger looked over to you and you shrugged.
“Can’t be helped, can it doc?” you asked, looking at Crocus. “Just came upon me last night when I heard some yelling in the hall.”
He scoffed. “Sounds more like a hangover. But if you want an allergy, have an allergy.”
Buggy pointed at you. “You can’t be hungover! You weren’t drinking yesterday!”
“No,” you confirmed.
“See!” he implored Roger, shaking the captain’s coat.
Roger was trying his hardest to hold in his laughter, chest shaking with the effort that only redoubled when he met Rayleigh’s eyes. That did nothing to soothe the children’s panic as they looked toward the first mate.
“I do prefer her alive,” he acknowledged.
“Boys,” you said before one started getting properly upset. “Get off the captain. You can climb all over him again when you’ve eaten your breakfast.”
They listened, despite their glares.
You put their plates down a good distance apart and Shanks immediately tried to move his closer to Buggy’s. You sighed and sat between them on the bench before that could turn into a fight. They’d really been riling each other up something awful lately.
Rayleigh leaned over you to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Should I get you something to eat, darling?”
“I would appreciate it.”
He hummed in a way that said far more than words. You gave him a look and he smiled placatingly as he stepped away.
“Are we docking today, Captain?” you asked.
Roger was slowly turning red in the face from his desperate attempts not to laugh. The moment you looked at him, a half-stopped chuckle managed to break through, loud enough that Buggy immediately jumped up and tried to cover your ears. Shanks did the same a second later and that broke every ounce of self-restraint left.
Roger laughed louder than you’d heard him before, a deep, belly-aching sound that bounced around the dining hall. Both kids pushed harder against your ears to try and stop you from hearing it.
You sighed and took your plate from Rayleigh as he sat across from you, smile amused. You mouthed your thanks and waited for the captain to be done, wondering if you should stop this little deception or if it would turn out useful.
By the time he’d managed to calm down, the children were complaining almost as loudly as he had been laughing, something you could absolutely still hear through their tiny hands.
“Boys,” you said and they both quietened. “Breakfast. Now.”
They both glared at the rest of the crew before they let you go. Rayleigh held out a napkin and you used it to wipe some food from your cheek. You caught Shanks’ hand before he could go back to his plate and cleaned off his fingers.
“So, land today?” you repeated.
Roger’s grin looked almost painful. “Yes, we’ll dock,” he said. “Think we need to restock on some good drinks. All we got left in the hold is that swill from two islands ago.”
“She’ll be staying on the island,” Buggy said confidently. “Because pirate ships are too loud. Especially with you here!”
“Is she now?” Rayleigh asked. “My bed’s going to be awful cold then. Maybe I should see if I can win myself some company for the night.”
You gave him a sharp look. “Not without me there, you won’t.”
He smiled. “That would be even better.”
“You’re staying on land?” Shanks asked. “But you belong on the ship. You can’t just stay here.”
“I’m not staying on a random island,” you corrected him. “I’m just going shopping. And I’m taking you two with me because you’re needing new clothes. Look at the tear in your shirt.”
“Just keep an eye out,” Roger noted, a slight seriousness bleeding into his tone despite his smile. “We’re expecting you-know-who to try again soon.”
Your lips twisted into a slight grimace but you nodded.
“Who?” Buggy asked. “If it’s that stupid Marine again, I’m not scared. He doesn’t stand a chance!”
You didn’t answer, just pulled Shanks a little closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. He frowned up at you, clearly confused by the sudden affection. You squeezed his shoulders and made as though you were untangling a knot from his hair.
“Nothing you two should worry about.” You looked up at Rayleigh. “Are you coming with?”
He nodded. “Of course. I can’t expect you to watch both of them by yourself.”
That reassured you considerably. Managing two seven-year-olds was easier with him there, but it was more than that. He carried himself with such unhurried confidence that most people with sense knew better than to come too close.
By the time the Oro Jackson eased against the dock, the afternoon sun had turned the harbour bright enough to sting your eyes. You caught the straw hat before the wind could carry it into the water during the squabble on deck and planted it on the wrong child’s head as you walked past, ordering both of them to follow you.
Shanks snatched it back immediately, glaring at Buggy as though the theft was his fault.
“How loud is too loud anyway?” he asked as he hurried to catch up to you on the gangplank. “Because it’s really loud here. And one of the ships blew its horn.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too loud.”
Rayleigh caught your arm before a porter shouldered past with a crate and guided you to his other side, placing himself between you and the busiest part of the dock. The boys fell into line at your heels, still yapping at each other over who had nearly lost the hat as Rayleigh’s hand settled warm and steady over your lower back.
“Thank you,” you hummed, leaning slightly into his touch.
“I don’t see why they’re only mine,” he said, voice low against your ear in a very distracting way. “The rest of the crew deserves some of the blame.”
You leaned slightly against him. “Are you this scared of fatherly responsibility, love?”
“All I’m saying is they haven’t learned their poor manners from me.”
“Are you certain? Because that hand of yours seems to be forgetting we’re in public.”
“Hm?” He hummed innocently and made no move to remove it from where it was slipping further down your spine.
You checked over your shoulders to make sure the boys were still following and hadn’t been distracted by anything. It would have to be an early night for them if everybody was going to go out drinking.
You found yourself rather looking forward to it when Rayleigh was touching you like that.
“Want to flip a coin for Buggy?” you asked. “Then we’ll meet for an early dinner afterward.”
“I’ll take heads.”
It was tails. Sometimes you really benefited from his gambling luck. You smiled innocently and tucked the coin back into your pocket.
“Shanks, you’re coming with me, okay? Buggy, you’re going with Rayleigh.”
“What? Why?” Buggy complained loudly. “I don’t even need new clothes!”
“Yes, you do and because I said so.”
Shanks smirked proudly. “It’s because I’m quieter.”
“No! You’re way louder than me!”
“Funny,” Rayleigh chuckled. “Seems neither of my kids want to go with me.”
“For the same reason the others don’t go shopping with you,” you pointed out. “You get too distracted when you find things you want me to wear. Although, I’d save your money for this evening. You’re not getting anything more when you blow it.”
He leaned closer, stubble tickling your cheek as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “I shouldn’t have wasted all my luck getting you. I have none left for the tables.”
You laughed at the flattery. “Still a no, but with such nice words, you may get lucky tonight no matter what the cards say.”
“Is that so?”
There was a shout and you sighed, looking over at the two boys before they got into a proper fight. “Come,” you said. “The faster this is over with, the faster we can go find something to eat.”
Shanks was a delight to shop for most of the time. Mainly because he didn’t really care about clothes as long as they were loose enough. You were just grateful that you didn’t have to shop with Buggy who was an absolute menace. Still, Rayleigh had a bag and a sulking child when you met up with them again, which was the best possible result.
The boys didn’t seem too interested in eating though as they both immediately fixated on a group of children playing in the square outside.
“They’re racing,” Shanks said excitedly.
You looked over and hummed, taking a seat at one of the tables. “They are. Don’t start any fights.”
The two of them grinned at each other in a way that made you severely doubt your request would be followed but they both bolted before you could give them further orders. You shook your head and Rayleigh settled into the seat next to you.
“They’re going to start a fight.”
“At least it will be over there,” you said. “I’m not responsible when they’re over there.”
You nudged his knee with your own and he caught it before you could pull it back, thumb brushing idly over your thigh as his hand slid higher.
“Behave,” you warned.
“I’m doing nothing.”
“That hand moving on its own?”
He looked down as though surprised to find it there. “Strange.”
You tried not to smile too obviously when your drinks were brought. Beyond the server, you spotted the boys both arguing over positions on the starting line and you sighed, raising your voice just so before they began elbowing.
“If you don’t behave, you’re not allowed to race anymore!”
They both immediately froze, looking over at you and slowly lowering their arms. They didn’t answer, but their argument dissolved into quiet muttering instead. You shook your head and thanked the server for your drink.
“Those two yours?” she asked, amusement warming her expression.
“They are,” you agreed.
She laughed and moved away.
The race began and you left them to it, deciding that you could handle the problems that came when one won later. They were considerably faster than most of the other children so you had no doubt it would be one of them.
You looked back toward Rayleigh when he lightly squeezed your thigh, his smile small but unbearably pleased.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re smiling far too smugly for it to be nothing.”
“I’m having lunch with a beautiful woman. Surely, I can enjoy myself.”
You shifted closer, catching his jaw to bring him in for a quick kiss before you grabbed his hand and slid it back down to a much more appropriate spot on your knee.
The racing continued far longer than it had any right to. Shanks kept edging ahead of the starting line whenever nobody was looking and Buggy blocked anyone who came close enough to pass him, both of them shouting accusations the moment another child returned the favour. They were pirates. You could hardly expect anything better.
By the time your food arrived, they were red-faced and dusty. One of the parents who had organised it called them over for a small prize and you laughed, watching as they ran back at full force to where you were sitting, each gripping one side of something fluffy.
“We won!” Shanks announced.
“I won!” Buggy corrected.
“I helped!”
You nodded to their plates. “Eat now. You can fight later.”
They looked at each other and then, with matching pride, they held out their prize toward you. A pair of thick, fluffy earmuffs.
“They block noise,” Buggy said.
“For your allergy,” Shanks added.
Rayleigh snorted next to you and you kicked his ankle. “Were there no other prizes?” you asked.
“They were the only good ones,” Buggy huffed.
You took the earmuffs carefully. They were a little too large for you and the fur was an alarming shade of purple but both boys were grinning as though they’d just brought back the best treasure across the Grand Line.
“You won these for me?” you asked.
“You need them,” Shanks said.
You put them on. They were more for keeping your ears warm than they were for blocking sound but you smiled at both of them.
“Perfect.”
Shanks beamed and Buggy’s chest puffed up. You caught both of them before they could escape and pressed a kiss to the top of their dusty heads.
“They’re sweaty,” Rayleigh commented.
“They’ll just have to bathe later.”
Buggy immediately started protesting the idea of him being sweaty while Shanks stayed exactly where he was, clearly pleased with himself. They both settled in to eat and you were certain it wouldn’t be long until they were far too tired.
Your assumption proved true before you’d even finished paying. Buggy’s chin kept dipping toward his chest between bites while Shanks had gone boneless against the back of his chair, one dusty hand still curled around the edge of the table.
You looked at Rayleigh and he only shook his head, already amused. It took more effort than you expected to lift Shanks from his chair. His legs hung lower against yours now, his weight settling solidly into your arms in a way it never used to, and a faint sadness pressed beneath your ribs. You weren’t going to be able to carry him like this for much longer.
He curled into your chest on instinct, his cheek warm against your shoulder, asleep before you had properly settled him. Rayleigh tucked Buggy beneath one arm and gathered the shopping with the other, the boy’s soft snores almost lost beneath the noise of the square.
“They absolutely cheated,” you mentioned as you walked back.
“Of course. They’re pirates and they’re yours. You always cheat at cards.”
You shifted Shanks a little higher against your chest and smiled. “Oh, do I now? Or is that just you being distracted when I wear something low-cut enough?”
“I can’t help what I’m weak to,” he said. “But they didn’t learn to play dirty from me.”
You brushed some dirt from Shanks’ cheek as best you could because they probably weren’t going to be awake enough to bathe that evening.
“At least it’ll make them good pirates,” you said. “Though they are ours. I wouldn’t expect anything different.”
“Thought they were mine.”
“They are.”
Rayleigh chuckled softly. “Alright. As long as you’re not wanting a third, I think I can accept it.”
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